2006/09/06
Dislexic Atheist: Doesn't Believe in Dog
Well, I see from the Ouseys Up North that Charlene has a new job. Congratulations! You go, girl. Yes, it's nice the children are back at school. I'm not yet, though. I do have four days of substituting lined up so far, but the first one isn't until September 21.
How are you liking Big Brother 7 these days? I was so happy to see the girls finally got together, compared notes, realized they were being scammed and got rid of Dr. Will, the Chilltown leader. Mike Boogie looks so worried now!
I talked to my darling daughter for a long time this evening. It always makes me happy to talk to her. You made my day, darling daughter! Can't wait to be back in Vancouver again.
I got the stuff to band my trees today. Feelthy leetle cankerworms. I'll get you. So tomorrow I'll be slathering on the Tanglefoot. Gotta look after those trees. And my poor little dwarf cranberry shrubs. Those little green monsters munched off all the leaves. Surprisingly, the shrubs recovered.
My Dad has been diagnosed officially with dementia, so now he will have to stay in the hospital until a permanent placement can be found for him. There is a long waiting list for the veterans' care home, Ridgewood, so it's anybody's guess how long it will take. In the meantime, he is being well looked after and is safe.
The little canine princess is sleeping on the floor beside me. She is twitching and giving little yelps while she sleeps. I wonder if she is chasing squirrels?
Tomorrow I go to lunch with my friends, D. and D. and in the evening I have a humanist executive dinner meeting. On Saturday I'm at the St. Norbert Market to sell birdhouses. I hope the wasps have died down by then, or at least that our stall isn't right beside someone selling food or sweet drinks.
Gary, isn't it time you blogged again? Just asking.
Well, it's goodbye from me and it's goodbye from Suzie. She woke up, turned over and went back to sleep. It's a dog's life.
Yesterday I was a dog. Today I'm a dog. Tomorrow I'll probably still be a dog. Sigh! There's so little hope for advancement. ~ Charles M. Shultz
Dislexic Atheist: Doesn't Believe in Dog
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How are you liking Big Brother 7 these days? I was so happy to see the girls finally got together, compared notes, realized they were being scammed and got rid of Dr. Will, the Chilltown leader. Mike Boogie looks so worried now!
I talked to my darling daughter for a long time this evening. It always makes me happy to talk to her. You made my day, darling daughter! Can't wait to be back in Vancouver again.
I got the stuff to band my trees today. Feelthy leetle cankerworms. I'll get you. So tomorrow I'll be slathering on the Tanglefoot. Gotta look after those trees. And my poor little dwarf cranberry shrubs. Those little green monsters munched off all the leaves. Surprisingly, the shrubs recovered.
My Dad has been diagnosed officially with dementia, so now he will have to stay in the hospital until a permanent placement can be found for him. There is a long waiting list for the veterans' care home, Ridgewood, so it's anybody's guess how long it will take. In the meantime, he is being well looked after and is safe.
The little canine princess is sleeping on the floor beside me. She is twitching and giving little yelps while she sleeps. I wonder if she is chasing squirrels?
Tomorrow I go to lunch with my friends, D. and D. and in the evening I have a humanist executive dinner meeting. On Saturday I'm at the St. Norbert Market to sell birdhouses. I hope the wasps have died down by then, or at least that our stall isn't right beside someone selling food or sweet drinks.
Gary, isn't it time you blogged again? Just asking.
Well, it's goodbye from me and it's goodbye from Suzie. She woke up, turned over and went back to sleep. It's a dog's life.
Yesterday I was a dog. Today I'm a dog. Tomorrow I'll probably still be a dog. Sigh! There's so little hope for advancement. ~ Charles M. Shultz
Dislexic Atheist: Doesn't Believe in Dog
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